[i]“It's also a disgusting habit, keep it to yourself,”[/i]

"Lil Ugly Mane was disgusting, no one gave him shit about it." was Mary's reflexive reply. Maxwell went on to raise a good point however-- a point Mary would have thought good had she not been preoccupied. With Jackson, specifically. Her face [i]almost[/i] showed an emotion other than soul draining disinterest at Jackson asking about her burning botanical cocktail. It appeared she'd only expose her authentic self when discussing something heavy, like otherworldly, trans-spacetime-dimensional horrordark nightmare emptiness beings preying on her plump virgin soul. Although the slight smug smirk that appeared on her face did have a hint of genuine feeling behind it, she was surprised Jackson was being this bold, he seemed kinda mousy. She sat next to him, preparing her speech;

"Weed is for scrubs, Jackson." She held the still burning spliff between them, as if observing the perfect avenue of art and science, "Twice ground damiana flowers and wild lettuce, naturally grown and cultivated, of course; they work together to make a way calmer high, you'll feel the electric relaxation, but it doesn't make you a fucking idiot like with cannabis. It's also technically legal." She took a deep breath, exhaling with force.

"I throw in some tea for flavor, you know, usually just some spare Earl Grey, or whatever I have lying around. The caffeine helps keep it from making you too sleepy, so that's cool." She looked to the front to see if she had missed anything from the rest of the group, before continuing her righteous delivery of knowledge, "Damiana's sweet and spicey, so it makes for a good aromatic blaze, but it can easily overpower the palate without something besides the lettuce and tea to temper it." 

"That's where the the lavender comes in. It's the perfect counterbalance to the tea's flavor and the damiana's incense spice, it doesn't really contribute to the actual physical high, it's more just an aesthetic change to the smoke, and flavor balancing... and, I still don't know if this is true, like, I got it from American Horror Story, but like I said, apparently burning lavender helps to clear the air and body of bad spirits, or at least shut them up while. I think it works, I lace all my blunts with it, and I soak the rolling paper in a lavender extract." She regarded her creation fondly for a second, "This is kinda my jam-- and I guess also my ghost repellant?" She shrugged, passing it off to the now boy, now educated on [i]real[/i] dank purp. She savored the slight brush against his hand as she stood up. 2nd time she had touched a person today-- that was a new record. Try it-- might help you out with whatever weird shit it is you got going on."

It appeared the meeting was more or less over? Mary had missed a bit in her rant to Jackson, but at least she managed to peer pressure a classmate into smoking! Instilling smoke fetishes was an important Janicot family tradition.

Mary prided herself on her priorities. 

"Yep!" She spoke immediately after August, already halfway out the door, "Meeting at park, talking to parents about their murdered kid, leaves or whatever-- see you tomorrow."